Splish Splash

This summer an unusually high number of people have drowned in Sweden, probably because it was so damn hot. And as a response to this, the Swedish Lifesaving society (Svenska livräddningssällskapet – shit, how many syllables do you need in one word…) has demanded better swimming education in schools and in society in general.

In fact it has often been said to me that “You should really learn to swim, so that you don’t drown!”.

The obvious hole in this argument is that if you can’t swim, then you don’t ever go near the fucking water. All the people who drown in Sweden this summer could swim to some extent, and did it help them? No, not really.

Then people tell me “but think if you fall off a boat, or from a bridge!”. Seriously, look me in the eye and tell me that you really believe that is going to happen. Fall off a boat? Get a fucking grip please, if I’m on a boat then I have a lifejacket on and I cling to the rail like a limpet. And when on bridges I tend not to balance on the edge too much.

The solution to this drowning problem is simple – if you want people to not drown, then you keep them out of the fucking water. I come from a country where far less that half the population can swim, and I don’t know anybody that drown, even though my father and grandfather fished for many years in a little crappy boat without lifejackets on.

Teaching people to swim better just inflates their egos and make them even more daring and stupid. So my suggestion is compulsory anti-swimming lessons, where you condition people with electric shocks and Westlife songs to forget how to swim. That way, they will all hide under a big parasol on the beach like me, reading a nice SF book and cut their risk of drowning to absolute zero.

And problem solved!

/ paddy (always looking out for you)

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4 thoughts on “Splish Splash

  1. Ha ha… Du vet väl också att de en förfärande stor andel av dem som drunknar är simkunniga män med alkohol i kroppen och gylfen öppen.

    Har läst det mesta som skrivits av invånare på Great Blasket. Det drunknade en del öbor, chanslösa under den korta transporten från fastlandet eller ute på vrakgodsjakt. De som dog under nöjesbad vid White Strand, det var besökare som bland annat lärde öbarnen att simma.

    MEN det är lite skillnad på vilt irländskt atlantvatten där man svävar i dödsfara när man doppat stortån och förhållandevis lugna svenska. Simkunnighet har räddat liv…

  2. Hey – I like the false sense of security I get on boats from being able to swim about 20metres, even though it’s not really going to do me any good if the boat goes down. That’s why I hate travelling by plane – I can’t swim very far, but I definitely can’t fly!

  3. and while I’m at it, what is it with airlines and lifejackets. Your plane hits the water travelling at several hundred kilometers per hour, but you’ll be OK because you’ve got your lifejacket. Oh and the whistle for attracting attention – don’t forget the whistle. Screw the life jackets, where the fuck are the parachutes!

  4. actually, h. asked me this question recently when we flew back from ireland. “dad, where is my parachute..?” I lied and said there was one for everybody on board…

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